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no
ordinary woman. He knew from the moment he found her, from the first time he
dreamed of her.
She swayed
unsteadily. Concerned, he took one step but stopped short as she implored him
not to with her eyes. “You are in pain.”
Her eyes met his.
“Yeah, but I’m a lot tougher than you think I am.”
Perhaps she was.
Or perhaps her bravery was an act. “Very well. If you can walk, perhaps you can
ride today.”
She froze in
mid-step and glanced at the horse. “Um, you don’t mean as in ride that four
legged beast?”
He could not
resist a prime opportunity. “Unless you are so tough thatyou
would rather walk to Albuquerque?”
She shot him a
dark look. “But I’ve never ridden a horse.”
Antonio found this
difficult to believe. A woman of her fire and spirit would make an excellent
horsewoman. “This may surprise you ,” he quipped, “but before yesterday I
had never bathed a woman. Still, I did not let my inexperience prevent me from
doing what must be done.”
She lifted a brow,
opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it shut before giving him a quizzical
look. To be young and small, she was hardy. And anyone who had the fortitude to
stand and argue after what she had endured could surely sit a horse for a few
hours.
She limped toward
her clothing which hung on a low branch. “You never told me your name.”
He did not intend
to. With the bounty on his head he could not afford to be careless.
She cleared her
throat. “Um, do you mind? I’m going to dress now.”
He placed his back
to her, listening to the rustle of clothes, a heavy sigh, and what he thought
was a curse word. “Do you require assistance?” he asked.
“Nope.”
He snuck a peek,
then turned around. What the hell? She had draped the blanket over her head to
cover herself. “May I ask what are you doing?”
“Putting on my
underwear in private,” she answered tersely. “Is that a problem?”
He dragged a
hand down his face. “This is ridiculous.”
“Yeah, you’re
telling me. It’s freaking hot under here.”
He moved toward
her and yanked off the blanket, tossing it aside.
“Hey, give me that
back!”
Despite her cry of
protest, he shook out her wrinkled blouse and held it out for her to slip into.
“Allow me.”
Her eyes widened.
“Look, I’ve been dressing myself since I was three years old. I don’t need your
help.”
“You have barely
been able to hold down sips of water, let alone care for yourself properly. Do
not argue.”
She snatched the
blouse from his grip. “You can ‘help’ when I say so, but first turn your eyes
in the other direction. You’re not getting your jollies with me.”
Jollies? What were jollies?
Feeling like a scolded dog, he placed his back to her and crossed his arms
across his chest, annoyed, yet acutely aware of the female behind him. As he
listened to the soft rustle of clothes, his sex stirred to life again. Wicked
image danced through his mind and he allowed himself to recall the final
moments of last night’s dream about her. A mistake when his body responded
fiercely to the memory.
She broke
into his reverie. “You never answered my question. Who are you? Got a name?”
Growing more
frustrated by the moment, he scuffed the toe of his boot against a palm sized
stone and sent it sailing. “Who I am is of no concern to you.” Actually, he was
more interested in who she was.
“Oh, come on. I’ll
tell you my name if you tell me yours.”
“I don’t feel that
is a wise choice.”
“Right. You’re
afraid I’ll look you up someday and claim you fathered my love child, then hit
you up for back child support, eh?”
He did turn around
this time. She snatched the front of her blouse shut but not before he glimpsed
the swell of pert, round breasts peeking over the lacy edge of her curious
looking undergarment.
Absently, he
reached up to button her blouse but her hands came up as if in protest and
covered his. So soft and warm . She
ordinary woman. He knew from the moment he found her, from the first time he
dreamed of her.
She swayed
unsteadily. Concerned, he took one step but stopped short as she implored him
not to with her eyes. “You are in pain.”
Her eyes met his.
“Yeah, but I’m a lot tougher than you think I am.”
Perhaps she was.
Or perhaps her bravery was an act. “Very well. If you can walk, perhaps you can
ride today.”
She froze in
mid-step and glanced at the horse. “Um, you don’t mean as in ride that four
legged beast?”
He could not
resist a prime opportunity. “Unless you are so tough thatyou
would rather walk to Albuquerque?”
She shot him a
dark look. “But I’ve never ridden a horse.”
Antonio found this
difficult to believe. A woman of her fire and spirit would make an excellent
horsewoman. “This may surprise you ,” he quipped, “but before yesterday I
had never bathed a woman. Still, I did not let my inexperience prevent me from
doing what must be done.”
She lifted a brow,
opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it shut before giving him a quizzical
look. To be young and small, she was hardy. And anyone who had the fortitude to
stand and argue after what she had endured could surely sit a horse for a few
hours.
She limped toward
her clothing which hung on a low branch. “You never told me your name.”
He did not intend
to. With the bounty on his head he could not afford to be careless.
She cleared her
throat. “Um, do you mind? I’m going to dress now.”
He placed his back
to her, listening to the rustle of clothes, a heavy sigh, and what he thought
was a curse word. “Do you require assistance?” he asked.
“Nope.”
He snuck a peek,
then turned around. What the hell? She had draped the blanket over her head to
cover herself. “May I ask what are you doing?”
“Putting on my
underwear in private,” she answered tersely. “Is that a problem?”
He dragged a
hand down his face. “This is ridiculous.”
“Yeah, you’re
telling me. It’s freaking hot under here.”
He moved toward
her and yanked off the blanket, tossing it aside.
“Hey, give me that
back!”
Despite her cry of
protest, he shook out her wrinkled blouse and held it out for her to slip into.
“Allow me.”
Her eyes widened.
“Look, I’ve been dressing myself since I was three years old. I don’t need your
help.”
“You have barely
been able to hold down sips of water, let alone care for yourself properly. Do
not argue.”
She snatched the
blouse from his grip. “You can ‘help’ when I say so, but first turn your eyes
in the other direction. You’re not getting your jollies with me.”
Jollies? What were jollies?
Feeling like a scolded dog, he placed his back to her and crossed his arms
across his chest, annoyed, yet acutely aware of the female behind him. As he
listened to the soft rustle of clothes, his sex stirred to life again. Wicked
image danced through his mind and he allowed himself to recall the final
moments of last night’s dream about her. A mistake when his body responded
fiercely to the memory.
She broke
into his reverie. “You never answered my question. Who are you? Got a name?”
Growing more
frustrated by the moment, he scuffed the toe of his boot against a palm sized
stone and sent it sailing. “Who I am is of no concern to you.” Actually, he was
more interested in who she was.
“Oh, come on. I’ll
tell you my name if you tell me yours.”
“I don’t feel that
is a wise choice.”
“Right. You’re
afraid I’ll look you up someday and claim you fathered my love child, then hit
you up for back child support, eh?”
He did turn around
this time. She snatched the front of her blouse shut but not before he glimpsed
the swell of pert, round breasts peeking over the lacy edge of her curious
looking undergarment.
Absently, he
reached up to button her blouse but her hands came up as if in protest and
covered his. So soft and warm . She
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